Looking up to that golden sky up above
Windows open with a song in my head
Can't stop thinkin bout the things you said
So gimme a break i'm trying my best to relax
Doin eighty through the interstate
Give me reason to believe it's worth the wait
But San Francisco's on my mind
And don't forget about how the Golden Gate reflects her eyes
I need some time away from the cedar trees, the smoky breeze yea
Pushed me past the line today so I packed my bags got up to leave
The redwoods left a voicemail and the ocean called to say (hello)
The San Francisco streets were asking if i'm coming back today
Living the same old week in the same little town
My guitar just plays the same old sounds
Still feels like i'm living underground
There's something about that west coast shining in my eyes
She says i've been waiting here for a while
And where you've been doesn't seem like your style
But San Francisco's on my mind
And don't forget about how the Golden Gate reflects her eyes
I need some time away from the cedar trees, the smoky breeze yea
Pushed me past the line today so I packed my bags got up to leave
The redwoods left a voicemail and the ocean called to say (hello)
The San Francisco streets were asking if i'm coming back today
I need some time away from the cedar trees, the smoky breeze yea
Pushed me past the line today so I packed my bags got up to leave
The redwoods left a voicemail and the ocean called to say (hello)
The San Francisco streets were asking if i'm coming back today